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Pari Panwala Poem
Wake me up in the dead of the night
When the living are slumbering
And the entities mustering
For it feels so wrong
To be vulnerable and naive.
I’ll be wandering till the dawn
For it feels so wrong
Everyone gazing the moon
Everyone but me.
I want to be there in the dusk
Taking in the dust
Looking for what is mine
And what isn't.
I want to waltz in the moonlight
As the spotlight will be mine
The stars twinkling
In the dead of the night.
Copyright © Pari Panwala | Year Posted 2022
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Pari Panwala Poem
What if I was someone else
Would I still be friends with myself?
Would I be the bane of my existence
Or would I love myself like I think I would?
They say perfects don’t exist,
Well, I’m a perfectionist.
What if I don’t become who I want to be?
Whilst surviving
Would I live?
Or would I cease to exist?
This is my latibule
But I wanna runaway,
Because
What if I was somewhere else
Would I long to be here
Or would I be content there?
This moment of epiphany overwhelms me
For what keeps me awake
Are what ifs on my existence
Copyright © Pari Panwala | Year Posted 2023
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Pari Panwala Poem
Here lay the broken shards
Of a glass called bones,
With it are weeping hearts
As cold as a stone.
You know you left too soon
Pending is our journey,
Awaiting is gloom.
You set fire to our kingdom,
Built a castle with the ashes,
Kept the crown, holding the matches.
The story continues…
How you fought battles,
Ablaze was you heart
Like your burning castles.
Walls are degraded and torn are your portraits
Smirking and ‘O so vain!
There lay your broken bones,
Never-mending for evermore.
Your stone cold heart, beating for nevermore.
Copyright © Pari Panwala | Year Posted 2023
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